Name: Chris
Ages: 8, 14, 15
Current Age: 15
Live the Dreams
By Chris
1994:
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That year was my little sisters Birth ANYWAY I didn't like her I don't
remember what things I did to her but my relatives say I did terrible
things to her. Okay, about the diapers part.
1996:
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My little sister was two years of age {aka still in diapers}. I was
wandering in her room and I Looked in to her dresser and I saw. PAMPERS
or Luvs I'm not sure anyway I wish I knew. I was thinking about taking
one then I thought to myself, “That’s stupid; who would wear DIAPERS?”
and I said I would, and took one. I rushed to my room without my
parents knowing then hid it under my bed to wear it overnight. I'm glad
to know people other than me like to wear diapers at that time I
thought I did. Later I forgot that I hid the diaper under my bed and it
gets worse. My mother CLEANED my room—yeah, you heard me-- CLEANED MY
ROOM. Don't think she didn't look under the bed, because she did! Then
I got busted. My mom spanked me because I did it. I was lucky she
didn't make me wear them but today I wish she did and after that I
never thought about wearing a diaper again until a few years later.
1999:
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Have I mentioned when I was 2 cycles or years my REAL parents divorced?
Oh wait a second, I didn't. Well, they divorced and got remarried
again, both of them. I lived with my mom in the school year and lived
with my dad in the summer. It was summer and I had to stay at a
babysitter’s house and we only played in the basement and have naptime
there. We don't like naptime so we fooled around down there. We even
put on the toddlers’ diapers. They could barely fit me, not fully
because I'm fat and a chunky monkey, but I'm not really fat, just
normal, and I am trying to drop it.
2004:
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I have not told you this but my real dad had seizures found back in
1991. They shot it with radiation and never came back-- or did it? That
year it came back and it was worse. We couldn't use the radiation again
or it would erase some of my dad’s memories. We used chemotherapy. It
didn't work-- then the bad stuff, surgery. After it my dad could not
move so he got the usual.
October 4th the most horrible thing in the month happened, even though
it was not yet Halloween: MY FATHER WAS DEAD! I got the word about it.
The disadvantage of him being dead was that everyone was sad. The
advantage was that I got to leave school for a week to be at my dad's
funeral. While I was with my stepmom I was doing chores for her. Then I
saw diapers. They weren't ordinary diapers. They were adult diapers.
They must have been for my dad-- duh! I took one of them to my room and
no I didn't forget it. I wore it. It felt good then I thought of it as
my dad's last gift to me.
2005 to now:
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My older sister can drive now and the first thing that came to my mind
was diapers. I get 20 dollars in cash every two weeks, I asked my
sister to take me to Albertsons. She didn't come in but I did and
bought diapers. Later that night I wore them. I was able to sneak three
packages into my house. Later when I was wearing them they didn't seem
worthy enough for my pleasure. Then I dreamed of going beyond that. I
wished to restart my life with all my brain knowledge now and get
myself in diaper punishment to wear thick, multiple disposable Huggies
or Pampers, day and night ,show to all except in public. Now that’s
what I call a most desired wish. Then one night I had a nightmare, and
if you hate nightmares skip this part.
I dreamed that my older sister had friends over and one them saw me
wear diapers and said, “Hey, wear are you?” I peeked from the bathroom
door and tried to close the door, but they pushed it open and saw me in
my diapers. One of them said, “gross!” and my sister came in and said
she was going to tell everyone in school. I begged her not to tell but
she wouldn't listen. Then I awakened and said to myself, “I'm glad it's
a dream, but is it a warning?”
Conclusion:
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I look up diapers on the internet and found deeker.com and I want to
say thank you for letting me express my thoughts and to learn I'm not
the only one.
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